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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.