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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.