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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.