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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.