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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Crime,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.