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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.