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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.