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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.