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 Senegal and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.