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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.