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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.