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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.