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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.