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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.