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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.