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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
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.