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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.