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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.