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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.