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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.