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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.