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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.