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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.