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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.