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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.