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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.