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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.