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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.