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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.