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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.