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 Eritrea 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.