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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.