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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.