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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Can,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
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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.