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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Television,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.