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 Laos 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.