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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.