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 Chile 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.