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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.