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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.