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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Index,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.