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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.