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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.