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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.