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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.