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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.