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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.