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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
cv313,
Technova,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.