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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.