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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
MC5,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.