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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.