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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Organ,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Q65,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.