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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.