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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.