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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.