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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Can,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.