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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.