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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.