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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.