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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Scion,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.