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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.