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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.