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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.