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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.