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 Belize 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.