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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Fear,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.