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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.