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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John 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.