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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.