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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.