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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.