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 Namibia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 808 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.