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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.