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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.