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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.