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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.