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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.