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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.