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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.