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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.