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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.