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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.