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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.