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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.