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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.