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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
UT,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Franke,
Smog,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.