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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Standells,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.