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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.