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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.