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 Zambia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.