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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Main Source,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.