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 China and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.