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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.