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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.