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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Pole,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.