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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.