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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.