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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.