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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.