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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Franke,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.