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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.