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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.