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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Gong,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.