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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Wire to the disco 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.