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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
The Wake,
X-102,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.