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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.