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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.