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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Smog,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.