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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.