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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.