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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.