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 Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gun Club to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.