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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.