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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.