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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.