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 Senegal and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.