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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
DNA,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Japan,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.