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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.