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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.