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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Franke,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.