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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.