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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.