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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.