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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
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.