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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.