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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.