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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.