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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
The Index,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.