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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.