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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.