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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Swans,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.