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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.