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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.