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 Honduras 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.