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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.