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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.