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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.