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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.