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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.