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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.