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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.