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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
The Smiths,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.