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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.