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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.