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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.