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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ludus to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.