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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Move,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.