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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.