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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.