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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.