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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Motorama,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.