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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.