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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.