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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.