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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.