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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.