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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.