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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.