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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.