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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.