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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Fear,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.