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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.