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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.