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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.