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 Thailand 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.