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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.