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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Fear,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.