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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Grass Roots 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Josef K,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.