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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.