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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.