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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.