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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.