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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.