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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Can,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.