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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Names,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.