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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.