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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.