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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.