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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.