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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.