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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.