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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.