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 Slovakia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.