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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.