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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.