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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.