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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.