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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.