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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.