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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.