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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Rakim,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.