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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.