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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.