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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Can,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.