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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Television,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.