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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.