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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.