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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
DNA,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.