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 India 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Main Source,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.