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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.