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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.