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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.