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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.