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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.