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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.