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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.