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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.