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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Monks,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.