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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.