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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.