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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.