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 Chad and from Portland.
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 Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.