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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.