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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.