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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Index,
Jandek,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.