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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.