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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.