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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.