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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.