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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.