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 Syria and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.