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 Zambia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.