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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.