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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.