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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.