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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.