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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.