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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.