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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.