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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.