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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.