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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.