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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.