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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.