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 Chad 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.