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 Austria 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.