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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.