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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.