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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.