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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.