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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.