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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.