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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.