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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Skatalites,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.