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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.