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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.