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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
MC5,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.