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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.