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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.