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 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.