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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.