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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.