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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.