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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.