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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.