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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.