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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.