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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.