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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Swans,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.