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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Motorama,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.