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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.