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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
MDC,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.