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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.