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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.