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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.