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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.