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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.