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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.