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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
The Sound,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.