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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Main Source,
The Index,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.