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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Television,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.