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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.