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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.