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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
June Days,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.