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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.