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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Television 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Slave,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.