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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.