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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
The Residents,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.