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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.