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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.