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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.