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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.