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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.