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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.