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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.