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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.