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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.