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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
The Evens,
World's Most,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.