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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.