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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.