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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.