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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Rekid,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.