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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.