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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.