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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nas,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.