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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.