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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.