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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.