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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.