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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.