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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.