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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.