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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.