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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys 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 grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.