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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.