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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.