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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.