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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.