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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.