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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.