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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.