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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Mars,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.