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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the rock 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.