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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
JFA,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.