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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.