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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.