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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.