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 Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.