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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.