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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.