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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.