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 London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.