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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.