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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.