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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.