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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.