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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
The Saints,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.