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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.