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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.