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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.