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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.