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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.