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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.