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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.