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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Audionom,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.