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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.