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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
10cc,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Franke,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.