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 Marshall Islands 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.