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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.