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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.