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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.