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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.