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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.