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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.