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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.