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 Ecuador 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Liliput 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.