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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.