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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.