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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.