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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.