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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.