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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.