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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.