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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
the Association,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.