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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.