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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.