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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.