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 Ghana 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.