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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.