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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.