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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.