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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.