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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.