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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.