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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Echospace,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.