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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.