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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.