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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.