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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.