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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Q65,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.