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 the UAE 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.