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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.