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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.