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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.