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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
The Kinks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.