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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Smog,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.