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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.