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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.