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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.