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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.