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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.