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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.