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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.