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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.