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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.