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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Brick,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.