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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
The Evens,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.