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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas 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 jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.