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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.