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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.