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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.