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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.