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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.