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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.