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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.