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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.