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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.