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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.