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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.