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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.