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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.