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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.