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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.