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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.