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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.