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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.