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 Mexico and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.