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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.