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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Swans,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Scientists,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.