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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.