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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.