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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.