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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.