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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.