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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.