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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.