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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
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.