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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.