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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.