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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.