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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.