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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.