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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.