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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.