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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.