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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.