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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.