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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.