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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.