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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.