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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.