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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.