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 Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.