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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Can to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.