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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.