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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.