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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.