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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.