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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.