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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.