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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.