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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.