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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.