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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.