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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.