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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.