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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.