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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.