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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.