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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
PIL,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.