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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Television,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.