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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.