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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.