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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.