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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
a-ha,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.