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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Doors,
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.