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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.