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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.