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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.