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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
The Move,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.