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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.