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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.