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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.