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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.