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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.