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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.