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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.