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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 MDC to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.