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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.