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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.