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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
UT,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.