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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.