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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Faust,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.