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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.