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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.