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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.