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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.