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 Azerbaijan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.