Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Franke. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.