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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.