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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Blancmange 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.