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 Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.