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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Pole,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
cv313,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.