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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 the Sonics to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.