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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
UT,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.