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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.