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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.