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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Pole,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.