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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
June Days,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.