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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Television,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.