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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.