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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.