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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.