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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.