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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
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.