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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.