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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.