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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Move,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.