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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.