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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.