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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.