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 Ukraine 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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
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.