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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.