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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.