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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.