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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.