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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.