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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
X-101,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.