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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.