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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.