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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.