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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus 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 crunk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.